Joo Hee-rin's Humiliation (2)
Hee-rin's eyes widened, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"How about it? Feel like sucking my dick now?"
This time, Hee-rin didn't shake her head. She fell silent.
"Aw, boring. Guess I'll just upload it online."
At that, Hee-rin frantically shook her head side to side.
"Then you'll suck it?"
Only then did Hee-rin nod forward.
She had surrendered to Young-hoon's threats.
Young-hoon removed the panties from Hee-rin's mouth and undid the gag. Then he shoved his cock into her mouth.
Her hands were still bound, making the position awkward, but Hee-rin started sucking Young-hoon's dick.
"Oh... Hee-rin's mouth-pussy feels so fucking good?"
Hee-rin didn't respond, just kept sucking his cock.
She wasn't putting much effort into it—just sliding her mouth up and down mechanically.
Even so, having the Hee-rin he liked suck him off again brought Young-hoon to the edge.
"Ugh... Hee-rin, I'm gonna cum in your mouth?"
At those words, Hee-rin tried to pull away, but Young-hoon slammed her head down, preventing escape, and unloaded thick ropes of semen into her mouth.
"Gah!! Ah, that hit the spot?"
Hee-rin spat out the massive load pooling in her mouth.
"Hey? Why'd you spit it out?"
"Obviously. You think I'd swallow your cum? You crazy bastard?"
"Hahaha. Our Hee-rin's got such a dirty mouth?"
Young-hoon eyed the semen splattered on the bed and ordered her.
"Lick it up."
"What? That's ridiculous."
"If not, I'll spread the video... What'll it be?"
"You... you... fucking... bastard..."
Hee-rin trembled, trying to resist, but knelt again under his threat and began licking up Young-hoon's cum cleanly.
"Hee-rin, now climb on top and shake it yourself."
Hee-rin now knew she couldn't escape him. Resigned, with her hands still tied behind her, she straddled Young-hoon's cock. He guided it with his hand.
Hee-rin slowly lowered herself, taking his dick into her pussy. Then she rocked her hips.
"Wow... Hee-rin, you're good at this? Been practicing?"
Sh.. shut up, you bastard."
"Everything's great except that mouth. From now on, call me Master."
"Am I crazy?"
"The video~"
"Ugh. You... despicable prick?"
"No more warnings. Say 'Master'."
"M... Master..."
"'I'm sorry for insulting Master. This insolent slave begs forgiveness with her pussy.' Say it like that."
Young-hoon fed her some filthy line from who-knows-where.
But she couldn't defy him.
Tormented all night, Hee-rin skipped school. From Tuesday night through Wednesday, whenever Young-hoon called, she came out and serviced him.
With each session, more sex videos piled up, trapping her deeper in his yoke.
She no longer even thought of resisting him. He'd ordered her to show up at school since too many absences would raise flags—that's why she was there.
"Hic... sob... So... that bastard... did that... to me... huuuh."
Stunned by the shocking story, I decided immediate action was needed.
"Hee-rin, we have to go to the police right now."
"No... If the police find out, he'll upload the videos..."
"If we catch Young-hoon all at once, we can seize them before he gets the chance to upload anything."
Convinced by my firm tone, Hee-rin finally started to trust me a little.
I calmed her down and took her to the station for questioning.
Fortunately, a female officer handled it kindly.
A text from Young-hoon.
The police saw it and seized the moment to arrest him.
"Send a reply saying you're coming now."
Hee-rin sent the text as instructed.
The police pinpointed the motel from her directions, had her lead them, open the door, and stormed in to arrest Young-hoon.
"Aaaah!! Sorry! I'm sorry!"
Young-hoon was fully naked when the police burst in. Shocked, he surrendered immediately.
They cuffed his twisted arms and hauled his naked ass into the patrol car to the station.
The commotion drew a crowd snapping pics of naked Young-hoon. Rumors flew that he'd sexually assaulted someone, and photos of his flopping dick circulated on school bulletin boards and online forums for a while.
The police raided his home, confiscating his computer, camcorder, and other materials.
No traces of uploads online, so the case wrapped up neatly.
In my past life, Young-hoon had spent 20 years with me, harboring lecherous intentions. Now, given the chance, he'd exploded and committed the crime first.
When Hee-rin first told me, I could've used the time loop to prevent it since it never happened to her before—but this let me deal with Young-hoon and exact my petty revenge on her too.
Betrayed by both in the past life, in this one they'd clashed and hurt each other.
On the way dropping Hee-rin home, a text pinged from an unknown number.
Busy resolving Hee-rin's issue, I'd missed class—now provocative texts from Professor Kim Ga-young.
She wanted me at the very cafe where I'd chatted with Hee-rin.
I arrived and texted.
I opened the door—Ga-young was seated. Problems lay on the table.
The situation had shifted venues, but the problems matched exactly what I'd seen in the time loop.
"Hmph! Think you can solve them?"
"Where's the food? Not ordering?"
"Jeez. Talking like you can actually do it?"
"If I win, I buy—so let's eat first?"
I rang the bell. The server came. Pizza, pasta, steak.
"Eating all that?"
"Huh? Not together?"
"Ah... uh..."
Professor Kim Ga-young was undeniably pretty. Her personality just overshadowed it.
Intellectual looks, calm eyes. Sharp, cute nose. Hair neatly pinned up in a posh Cheongdam-dong housewife style.
Sure, she was an old maid, but...
"Wh... what? Staring at my face..."
"What? Why would I stare at you, Professor? Look at the age gap."
Hitting her with the age difference left her speechless. We were a full 18 years apart.
"Ahem... Why bring up age here."
As Ga-young flushed, the food arrived. Starving, I dug in ravenously.
Watching me devour it, Ga-young let a laugh slip.
Hehe... Eats so cutely. Do all boys this age do that?
We finished eating, table cleared. Ga-young pulled out the problem sheet.
"Professor, why keep giving me these? I'm not even math major."
"Huh?"
Ga-young had no grand reason. Just wanted to torment the cocky student?
But she couldn't say that outright.
"I... I see talent in you, Hyun-su."
"Talent? You're from Korea University Math, right?"
"Yes. Math department. Double-major."
"Hard to believe a prof like you sees 'talent' in a business undergrad."
"Hmph! A little—a little talent. Now solve them. You won't anyway."
I eyed the problems. Pretended to think for about 10 seconds, then jotted the answers.
"Gasp! Mental math again? Possible?"
Ga-young openly gawked now.
"This hard? Shocking a Korea U Math grad like you."
"Ugh... Of... of course I can too."
"Really? You seem too shocked."
"Ju... just shocked a business freshman solved it!"
"Just a business freshman???"
Flustered, Ga-young slipped.
"Wh... what! A first-year business kid outdoing a Math grad prof?"
She knew she'd misspoke but doubled down instead.
"If I win? Even without proper math training, I bet I'm better than you."
I went all-in shaking her mentality.
"What?!"
Ga-young yelled in fury.
"That's right. Think you can solve this mentally, Professor? Be honest—you can't."
"I can!"
"Bet on it?"
"What bet?"
I dangled the collar before this feral wildcat.